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GFAG A Story by Tom Tooluse

Chapter 8: The Cuming In Party.

This is a sexually explicit erotic gay story only to be read by mature legal adults over the age of 18. If this type of material offends you or is not legal in your area, then do not read this story. Please forward all comments to tooluse2@gmail.com. As always, please make a generous donation to Nifty.

I woke to the feeling of sharp pain as my peck nipples were twisted and pinched by the soldier and technician. "You see. I told you we didn't need the smelling salts to revive the FAG. Why waste good drugs on the animals. Plus this one loves having its nipples played with. It's sick that way. These GFAGs are all worthless warped sex and pain driven animals."said the soldier to his buddy as he continued manipulating my tits. "Watch, what happens when I stop squeezing and twisting its nips. Instead I'm going to lightly touch and tease the animals nipples like you would a women's." He started to lightly caress and stroke his fingers across my surgically enhanced nipples. Just as the Veterinarians at the Training and Modifications Center, had explained. The enhancements they had made had also dramatically increased my nipples sensitivity. Each light stroke and caress by the soldier was like heaven to me. I stated to get aroused. My pussy started to slowly squeeze and release on the metal dildo which was still inserted up my ass. My body uncontrollably pushed down harder against the dildo, in an effort to fuck it and stimulate my prostrate. Faint moans of pleasure were escaping my almost toothless mouth. "Well I'll be fucking damned " said the technician. "The animal loves it. Hell its moaning like my wife does when I suck on her nipples and play with her pussy." I couldn't help myself. My modifications had me reacting like a bitch in heat. I tried to stop myself, but just couldn't. My face turned deep red and my body flushed from the embarrassment and humiliation of being turned into a sex crazed cunt. Suddenly the soldier just stopped playing with my nipples. He and the technician just stood there staring at me. I looked up at both human males. Frustration was written all over my face. My eyes pleaded with them to continue playing with my pecks, my nipples, my FAG tits. But all they did was stare back at me, with a mixture of amusement and disgust . "Don't you just love messing with the FAGs." chuckled the soldier. "Hell yes." replied the technician. "That's why I took this assignment." The two men proceeded to unstrap me from the chair. The soldier once again attached the leash to my penis ring and pulled up hard on it indicating I was to follow him. As I jumped from the seat, the all to familiar pop could be heard as the dildo exited my ass. " Shit that FAGs tight. Hasn't it been broken in ?" Asked the technician. "Not completely. But Sgt. Woods has a party planned for just that purpose tonight. He's calling it a Cuming In Party. He said in the south, where he comes from, young rich debutante women, have a party called a Debutante Coming Out Ball. It's a sign that they have become women and are available to "date" , that's southern code for screwing." With that said, both guys laughed. " Sgt. Woods has purchased a few cases of beer. All 50 of his men will be back in barracks tonight. Since it's the weekend, and the guys have not had good sex for a long time. The Sarge has planned this party to break in the FAG. He wants to see how many of his guys can fuck the FAG tonight and shoot their cum inside its ass. That's how he got the name, The Cuming In Party , for tonight's fun. Our little animal here is going to be the Debutante of its own Ball tonight. Or should I say. The Debutante of its own BALLING Ball" Again both guys roared with laughter.

As the soldier pulled me towards the door, he suddenly stopped and winked at the technician, who nodded back. " Well FAG , now that you know the rules and punishments you wont need this any longer." The soldier bent down and unhooked the leash from my cock ring. From this point on you will usually go about the base unleashed and often on your own. However a few of the guys really enjoy walking their pet FAG around by the leash. So every now and then you may be walked with a leash for a soldiers enjoyment. Anytime your out in public, with or without a leash, remember your an animal. You must always respect humans. You never get in their way. You always do as ordered. You are THEIR urinal and pussy. If you feel the need to piss or on those rare occasions shit a pellet or two. You head over to the nearest tree. As an animal you are to never again dare to stand like a human and piss. You get on all fours and lift one hind leg and piss or drop a pellet. Now follow."

We left the Orientation Room. I followed behind the soldier. As we walked along the hallways of the building. It felt strange being allowed to walk unleashed. Every time we passed a doorway leading outside I felt as though I should make a run for it. I felt as though I should at least try to escape. But my rational mind kept telling me that was the last thing I should ever do. So I just walked behind the soldier, head down, naked, tattooed , collared and ringed, an animal if there ever was one ! Ahead of us was a familiar door. It was the entrance to the Kennels and Compound. We entered the room and I was led over to wall in an area between the entrance door and the staffs office. Inside the office I could see the officer that greater me upon my first nights arrival on base. Milling around the room were about 7 or 8 soldiers. In cages were a number of dogs and a few FAGs. " Just stand and wait for me here". Said the soldier. "I want to say hi to a few buddies. I'll come for you when I'm done." Then he just left. There I stood, no leash, no chain, no guard. What I didn't know was that this was a final test. A test to see how I would react to being left alone. All around the room were surveillance cameras that the technician was monitoring. He and the soldier were back in the Orientation Room, watching my every move on monitors. Would I make a run for it ? Or had the extensive training and orientation sessions done their job ? They had purposely informed me about tonight's Cuming In Party, to increase my fear level. For the final touch, I was to be left alone in the very core of the FAG dungeon , The Kennels/Compound. I was totally ignored by all the humans in The Kennels, that was all part of the test. I was to think I was on my own.

The Sgt. In command came out of his office and called for his soldiers to gather around for the morning briefing. I was close enough to hear everything, but far enough away to be ignored. "Well guys, today we need three of the dogs for guard duty. Let's try using two of the newer dogs to break them in. We also need to get four of the dogs ready to ship out to the front lines. They need a few more bomb sniffing dogs up there. By the way FAG 11245 , known as "Bitch Hole", got torn up badly in the compound yesterday. The Vets decided the bitch wasn't worth repairing, so the FAG has been assigned GFAG stage 4, Military Parts Harvesting. It's on the Vets table now, so prepare for parts shipping. Plus we already received a replacement. It's FAG 11869. The FAG has already been tattooed on its side , as is standard when a GFAG reaches level 3. It's new nickname tattoo is "Dogs Best Friend"." The guys started laughing and chuckling at that. "Private Mills, you start preparing it for the compound by coating its pussy with pheromones. Then take it out and strap it down along with "Good Bitch". Privates Hammer and Pokes you stay here, the rest of you get to work."

Speaking to the two Privates, the Sgt. gave out further orders. "In the back corner cage is FAG 11983. The troops have tired of it, so it's now assigned as stage 2, Military Prison Relief Animal. We're shipping it out to Leavenworth Prison latter today. It seems one of the FAGs assigned to the Maximum Security Wing of the Prison got permanently damaged by the prisoners and the Collections team had to pick up the carcass. So FAG 11983 is going to be the replacement. The FAG overheard what happened to the last FAG at the prison, so we're anticipating it may try to give us problems during transport, so give it level one restraints. Get it geared up now, then place it in a transport standing cage till the truck arrives".

Privates Hammer and Pokes walked to a cage on the far back side of the room. Inside the cage was a white GFAG, about 32 years old, cowering in the back corner of its cage. Shaking from head to foot the GFAG reminded me of my youth, when I had been sent to the Principals office. I was terrified as I sat in the chair just outside the office. My hands shook and my knees bounced up and down. It was the fear of what might happen to me, the fear of the unknown. It was that same fear that I saw on FAG 11983s face. Private Hammer ordered 11983 out of its cage. The FAG did not move. It just stayed in its cage, balled up- frightened and shaking. Private Hammer reached for a remote control that he had attached to his belt. The FAG saw this and reluctantly crawled out of its cage. Once out the FAG began kissing the boots of both privates. Private Pokes stuck his finger in a ring piercing in the FAGs ear , and yanked on it hard, forcing FAG 11983 to stand. Once he was standing upright, Private Hammer balled up his fist and punched the FAG full on , in his cock and ball. I was shocked to see that the FAG did not double over in pain. It just looked forward as pain shot across its face and tears started to appear in the corners of its eyes. Then Private Hammer punched the FAG again, but even harder. Tears were now running down the FAGs face , but again it did not double over in pain. "When I give you a fucking order, you obey !" Then a third punch. I could not understand how the FAG could endure the pain. I guess after many many years of abuse and training, the FAG just learned to accept the pain. The two privates grabbed a long spreader bar and cuffed it to the FAGs ankles. Walking now would be extremely difficult for the FAG , and running totally impossible. Next the FAGs hands were pulled behind its back as cuffs were attached to both wrists. FAG 11983 looked at the two privates. It's eyes were pleading with the two humans to not do this. To please let him go. But like all good FAGs it did not speak a word. It knew all to well that the punishment for speaking would be unbearable. Private Pokes reached for a metal anal plug , held it up for all to see. He then turned the screw and the FAG watched as sharp pointed spikes protruded from the plug as Private Pokes turned the screw. " Give us any more trouble and I'll turn this screw to maximum instead of half way, once inside your ass. That will do some nice damage to you." Tears were now flowing down the FAGs cheeks, but again, it did not say a word. Private Pokes grabbed the anal plug and shoved it hard and fully up the FAGs ass. He then turned the rear screw. The FAGs head leaned back as its mouth opened and air escaped as the pain from the spikes pierced its ass lining. As FAG 11983 opened its mouth, I could see, like me, it had no front teeth. A metal chain was attached to its cock ring and yank hard and tight between its spread legs and fished through a loop at the end of the anal plug. The chain was then pulled even tighter up and across the FAGs back, and finally attached to the FAGs handcuffs. Any movement of the animals hands or arms would pull on the spiked anal plug and it's fully stretched cock. Tit clamps were then fastened to both its tits and secured to its collar rings. Moving its head , even the slightest, would make its tits feel as though they were being ripped off. Private Hammer then picked up a ball gag. "You dared to not respond to my command before. So I'll give you something to remember me by." With that said , he opened his pants and pulled out his cock. But he just left it hanging. He took the ball gag over to one of the dog cages and shoved it into a pile of dog shit. He made sure big chunks of dog shit clung to the ball gag. He walked back to FAG 11983, looked up at it and smirked. He then started jerking off his cock fast and furiously . In no time at all he was moaning hard. Then huge thick globs of cum shot from his cock and onto the shit coated ball gag. Soon the privates cum coated the ball gag, mixing with the dog shit. "Open that worthless mouth FAG." The private ordered. The FAGs eyes were wide open. Fear and dread was plastered all over its face. But it did as ordered. Once the fags mouth was open, the shit and cum coated ball gag was shoved inside. Straps from the gag were fastened at the back of the FAGs head, making it impossible for the FAG to dislodge the awful ball gag. "That will teach you". Said the private as he once again punched the FAG, but this time in its stomach. That caused the FAG to bite on the ball gag, sending even more of the dog shit and the privates cum into the FAGs throat. Now fully locked into level one restraints, FAG 11983 was led by a nose ring into a standing cage, like the one I had been transported here in. Once in the cage, more chains were attached to its legs, wrists, and neck collar. Private Pokes drove over a fork lift that easily slid under the cage and lifted it about a foot off the ground. As the cage moved with the fork lift, the FAG was driven past me. The FAG looked hopeless and pathetic. An animal without control. Totally humiliated and subservient. A thing. Our eyes met for a moment, and I felt so sorry. Sorry not just for FAG 11983, but also for me. We were both obedient pieces of meat to be used by our Masters. I never moved from my spot. I knew then and there, that I was totally broken. I knew I would do everything and anything my human masters told me to do. FAG 11983s cage was placed by the door, and I just looked down at the floor, head bowed, like a good little FAG.

I could hear cages being opened and soldiers ordering "Good Bitch" and "Dogs Best Friend" to exit their cages and follow them out to the compound. Just then my transport soldier entered the doorway. "Let's go FAG". He ordered. I turned and followed him. I didn't know it, but I had passed my test with flying colors. I was now mind and body all theirs, and they knew it. As the kennel doors were closing behind me I could here a voice pleading. " Please don't do this to me. Please don't let this happen. Please. ! " Then there was the sound of punches and the grunts of air escaping lungs.

I followed the solder down the brightly lit hallway, my head bowed downwards as I looked at my naked feet. We came to a door and walked outside and onto the sidewalk that would take me to my barracks and my Cuming In Party. As we passed the Kennels building I could see a large crowd of soldiers gathered around the Kennels Compound fence. The solders were hooting and hollering and dogs were loudly barking. Then there came a piercing scream from somewhere inside the compound. The soldiers burst into shouts and cheers. I just kept walking. I blocked everything from my mind. My sole task was to follow the human in front of me.

We had walked past two Army office buildings and the base bank. My mind was still blank as I just followed behind , my eyes still looking downward. Then I heard a snap. I looked up and saw two soldiers in front of me, blocking my way. They were both large masculine looking men dressed in uniform. I looked over at my transport soldier. He nodded, and I knew exactly what I was expected to do. I dropped to my knees in front of the soldier directly in front of me. I reached up to undo his pants zipper, and was slapped hard across the side of my face. "Not me stupid. My buddy" said the macho soldier. I shuffled over and reached up and pulled down the pants zipper of the other soldier. I could see the white cotton fabric of his boxer underwear. I reached my hand into the fly of his boxers and fished out his limp cock. It was warm and soft. I let my eyes gaze on it a few moments before tilting my head back and opening my mouth wide. Soon a stream a warm man piss was filling my mouth. I swallowed the piss as quickly as I could, allowing only a small amount to pour from my mouth. The stream slowed. Then it ended. The soldier shook his cock and dribbles of piss flew from his piss slit and fell into my eyes and onto my chin. As he stopped shaking his cock and was placing it back into his pants, I used my arm to wipe clean my mouth. I could here the loud noise of his zipper being pulled up. I leaned down and kissed the top of both of his boots. "Now my turn." Said the first soldier. I shuffled over to him, only to be kicked backwards onto my back by his booted foot. "Just kidding Fag". He said , as he laughed . He and his buddy walked away. I looked at my transport soldier who had started walking also. I quickly got up and followed him.

After another 10 minutes of walking we reached a small building titled GFAG Records -Punishment & Collections. "This is one building , FAG, you never want to visit again" and he pointed to the side of the building were four small Army trucks were backed up to a loading dock. On the door of each truck was the Army shield and the words US Army GFAG Collections, printed in bright white letters. "End of the Line." Chuckled my soldier as he lifted his bare hand and used his fingers to pretend they were a gun and he was shooting me. As the soldier opened the door he added " If you ask me it should be the only stop for worthless shit like you!"

Once inside , I saw three hallways. One was marked collections , and a few metal gurneys lined the hall. The second hallway was titled Punishment. At the entrance to that hallway , at a desk, sat two large mean looking soldiers. Along the wall of the hallway were FAG hooks and a series of rings- hooks and chains. There was also a wall sign listing room names and numbers. The rooms had names such as Re-Training, Heavy Discipline, Special Ops, Modification, Branding/Tattoo, Public Viewing and Re- Programming. My mouth got dry and I started to shake. The soldier was correct. This was a building I never wanted to see again. Luckily we went down the third hallway, titled Records and Testing. As we entered one of the rooms, we were met by a young female soldier. She told the transport soldier he could come back about 6 to pick me up. The battery of questions and tests I had to take for base and government records should be complete by then. As the soldier left , the young women picked up a scanner and ran it over my ID tattoo. I had been naked now for a long time. But for some reason I blushed red all over. Standing in front of this beautiful young women I felt humiliated. She was just the type girl I liked to date in my old life. She was short, with long brown hair, and blue sparkly eyes. He face glowed and her smile was so cute. I could not help myself. I started to get a hard on. Suddenly my cock head hit the No Grow and I moaned in pain. She giggled at me and said. "We now have GFAGs for female soldiers , but animal, your not one of them". With that she looped her finger around my cock ring and yanked it forward real hard and fast. I let out a moan of pain. "Honey your little pee pee is just to tiny to please any real women. That sorry little pecker is never going to see another pussy for as long as you live. They should just slice off that worthless glob of hanging flesh. It will never again get hard, fuck a pussy or shoot a load of cum. But I guess it's fun for real men to pull on and walk you around base with. Plus the frustration it must give you does serve a purpose. Now the FAGs they give us female soldiers, they have massive cocks, that are made permanently stiff. They even have heaters and vibrators built into the cocks. Of course the FAGs feel nothing. First their balls are cut off to prevent them from ever really ejaculating. They only shoot fake cum for our enjoyment. Then their cock is surgically killed and modified for a women's pleasure. It's great. Their like walking , breathing, vibrating dildos." I became more and more embarrassed as she spoke. "Now let me check that pussy, honey". Before I could blink, she shoved three fingers up my pussy. Again I groaned. "Well, they were right about you. You are still tight. Sgt. Woods will take care of that tonight. I spent the next several hours giving information about my past and taking strange reaction tests. I was never informed what it was all about. But in truth, I didn't mind it. After all it did give me a few hours of rest before tonight's awful party.

At six sharp, my transport soldier showed up to collect me. As we were about to exit the the office, the pretty female soldier said to me. "Now you do your best to please all those horny real men, and the Army may allow you to life till the nice old age of 30." Then she winked at me and we left. As we passed the second hallway I could hear muffled screams. I glanced down the hall and saw two FAGs chained to hallway FAG hooks. Both seemed unconscious. The soldier saw me looking and said "See what happens when your not instantly and always obediant". As I turned to look at the soldier as he said that, I caught a glimpse of a gurney with a large zipped up black bag on it, being pushed down the first hallway. " And there is always that." He laughed and we left the building. It only took us a few minutes of walking and we were at my barracks. Standing at its doorway was Sgt. Woods. "Well FAG, you ready to party ?. The men can't wait to use you." He grabbed my shoulder with his large calloused hand and pulled me into the barracks, at the same time he dismissed the private who had transported me around base.

As I entered the room, a short, muscular black soldier named Frank, approached me. He was only dressed in brown boxer briefs. In his hand was a half empty bottle of beer. His eyes looked as though he had had more than just the one beer that night. Sgt. Woods released my shoulder and walked away. Frank shoved my head down, till I was kneeling on the floor. "Time to drink some chocolate milk , Fag." He pulled down his boxers and kicked them to the side. His fire hydrant muscular frame made his short but super thick erect cock look like a spigot for a fire hose. He grabbed my head, and just shoved his hard cock into my mouth. If i still had front teeth a cock this size would have never fit into my mouth. But without teeth, my warm modified mouth and throat were giving him the blowjob of his life. His cock hit the friction sensor and my throat started to convulse. This sent Frank over the edge. He was pounding my throat with his cock like there was no tomorrow. He screamed and dumped a huge load of cum into my throat. No sooner was his cock out of my mouth, than it was replaced by another, then another, and another. I had gotten only five feet into the barracks, and had already sucked off 4 cocks. I tried my best to kiss each of the soldiers feet, after they had pulled out of my throat, fearing punishment. That was difficult to do, but I managed.

A tall hulk of a man , fully clothed in ACUs came over to me. "I'm Jake, make me happy, or else". I looked up at this monster of a man. "Take off my boots and socks." With trembling hands I undid the boots and yanked them from his feet. The rush of foot odor hit my nose. But it was the smell of a man, a real man, a man that controlled me. I breathed in deep his scent and pulled off his socks. "Now suck and lick my sweaty feet clean, and do a good job of it." Jake was by far the largest guy in the barracks. I had managed to spot about 23 soldiers so far. I assumed the others were in the latrine, getting beer or still at mess. But my focus was now on Jake. He stood a good 6'5" and weighed about 250 all muscle pounds. His dark brown hair made his rugged facial features even meaner. I lifted his foot and licked the sole. I then slid his big toe into my mouth, causing him to let out a low moan of pleasure. "You take care of this Montana man real good FAG, and maybe I won't hurt you." I stuck my tongue between each of his toes and cleaned away any gathered toe cheese. Then back to sucking each toe, one at a time. Jake reached down and grabbed the ring in my ear and pulled me upward and dragged me across the room to one of the cots. He threw me onto the cot on my back. He slowly undid his uniform, revealing every inch of that hard Montana muscle. I was both petrified and in awe of this monster of a man. When fully undressed I was a little shocked to see he had an only average cock. It was in no way small, any other man would have been proud of such a hard stiff cock. Yet on Jake it seemed out of proportion to the rest of him. As Jake lifted himself onto the bed , I prepared myself for a fucking. But Jake moved himself upwards on the bed, till his tight firm round ass cheeks were over my face. "Lick that hole out nice and clean Bitch." Was all Jake said. I started licking around his hole, I then darted my tongue inside. "That's the way FAG, eat my shit." He was totally unprepared for my modified longer pointed tongue. I shoved my tongue all the way up his hole and wiggled it around. "Holy fucking shit, that's great. Finally a FAG that knows what he's good for. That's it bitch, eat this ass." I don't know why, but I somehow felt proud I was making this hulk of a man so happy. He started wiggling his ass as my tongue darted in and out of it.

My face was covered by Jakes ass cheeks as I licked and sucked his ass hole. I was taken by surprise as a pair of hands grabbed my legs and lifted them into the air. I felt something hard yet spongy rubbing along my pussy. It was another mans cock. His hard cock head was searching for the opening to my hole. But as he rubbed his cock around my man made pussy lips, the tiny embedded fibers started that uncontrollable pussy itch. I wiggled my pussy, in an effort to scratch the itch. "Jake, fucking look at this. The bitch is trying to fuck my cock. Dame we have a horny little FAG here, don't we." Said the soldier who was about to fuck me. Then his cock found its mark and started pushing forward, entering my ass hole. But this soldier took his time going in. Slowly he pressed forward. The pain was still there like in the past. But this time the pain was not as strong. By the time he was actually fucking me, i had gotten accustomed to having his cock inside me. Knowing better than to stop, I just kept eating out Jakes ass. I could hear the barracks door opening and closing as more and more soldiers entered the barracks. Soon the soldier fucking me let out a loud groan and shot his cum deep inside my ass. As he pulled out he just dropped my legs, only to have them lifted again. I could soon feel a new cock entering my ass. Thank goodness Jake lifted himself up every now and then so I could breath. A total of 4 soldiers had fucked me before Jack finally had enough of his ass getting eaten out. Jake just climbed off the bed, pulled my head forward and face fucked me till he came in my mouth. He then lifted his large leg and kicked me off , what I guess was his cot. A soldier not far away snapped his fingers. I just crawled to him, assumed the urinal protocol , and drank his piss, as he gulped more beer from a beer bottle.

After what I had seen the past few days, I told myself to always do as ordered. The life and well being of a FAG meant nothing to humans. The least little resistance from me could bring terrible consequences. By now the barracks seemed to be full. It looked as though all 50 of Sgt. Woods Special Ops soldiers were in for the night and partying. Most of the soldiers were either in just their boxer underwear and pretty close to that stage of undress. They each had a cold beer in their hand and were shooting the breeze, laughing and talking to buddies. If I were not a FAG, I would have felt at home in this crowd, just one of the guys. Part of a brotherhood of men in arms. But I was not part of the crowd. To them I was no better than a used condom or an un-flushed urinal. Now kneeling in the center of the room. Men would come up to me to piss in my mouth or get a quick blowjob as they chatted with a buddy. One soldier named Stan, smacked me hard against my ear for not showing enough enthusiasm while sucking him off. My ear hurt badly from the slap and I could hear ringing in my ear for hours afterward. But he didn't have to warn me twice. I immediately started sucking his cock like it was the best candy on earth. When he finally shot his load, he made a point of holding my face tight against his stomach. I counted 10 volleys of cum shooting from his penis. I started to choke on his cum and cock. But he did not release my head. In my struggles his cum even traveled into my nose and some of it squired out of my nose as I chocked and tried to breath.

Rough hands grabbed me and two solders forced me on all fours like a dog. One of the soldiers got behind me and started fucking my ass as his buddy used my mouth for a blowjob. The two guys were pounding away at me without mercy, yet they continued their conversation as though they were sitting at a coffee shop. They were trading pointers on how to torture captured prisoners. Explaining to each other the techniques they used to induce the greatest pain and results. It seems the punishment rooms at the GFAG Records Building were used to train these soldiers in the art of torture. The FAGs brought there, were used as training animals, so the soldiers could perfect their techniques. The guy fucking me went into great detail on how he had his last FAG begging to be killed, so the pain would end. The guy face fucking me mentioned that Gary , on the other side of the room, had actually messed up two days ago and killed his training FAG. Now Gary was pissed because it's going to take them a week to find an older used up FAG for him to train on. Both guys shot their loads, and just walked away continuing their conversation. But it was not long before two more pairs of guys used me in the same fashion.

By now the itch in my pussy was out of control. I was actually bouncing up and down and fucking back against each soldier who had his cock up my ass. I needed to scratch that itch, and the only way to do it was with another mans hard cock. The men all thought I was enjoying the fuck, but for me it hurt like hell. The modifications caused my sphincter to spasm and convulse , which drove the men crazy with delight. In reaction they would fuck my ass deeper and harder. I would groan in pain, yet fuck back to stop the pussy itch. They would pound in even harder and hit my prostrate. I would start getting hard, and the No Grow would kick in and my moans of agony would increase. The guys just loved it! Every single guy who used me commented on what a great fuck or blowjob they had received. Hearing that I felt proud and sad at the same time.

Cum had started leaking from my ass. When I thought no one was watching I reached between my legs and tried to scratch my pussy. I guess I wasn't very good at being sneaky. Seeing what I was doing, one of the soldiers yelled real loud to the other guys "The FAG needs more." He said I was so horny I was playing with my pussy. Another soldier started to loudly chant "Bungee Jumping","Bungee Jumping". Before I knew it, half the soldiers were shouting "Bungee Jumping", "Bungee Jumping", Bungee Jumping". From the back of the room a tall thin black soldier named Jamal yelled out. "OK, OK, I'll do it.". All of a sudden four soldiers grabbed me, one on each arm and one on each leg. They dragged me towards the lower end of the barracks. They held me by my hands and legs, so that my face looked up towards the ceiling, and my ass was on the floor. Above me I could see a hook attacked to the ceiling. One of the solders was attaching a chain to my cock ring, as Jamal walked over towards me. He actually looked like a nice guy. He had a slow pleasant way about himself. His body was thin but not in any way skinny. His arms, chest and legs showed hours upon hours of muscle, developed from hard workouts. His white boxer briefs highlighted the rest of his body. Then Jamal looked down at me. His kind , pleasant look, took on a menacing snarl. He winked at me and blew me a kiss. "Your mine now baby." He said as he slowly took off his boxers. " Oh No- oh , fucking no. Oh god please no." I started saying to myself. The cock that sprang from his boxers was huge. In all my life, even in the training films I watched, I had never seen a cock that long. It was way over a foot long. Not super thick, but just enough to do serious damage. Bulging thick veins ran the length of his tool. As he moved the veins would pulse and shift. Jamal's, cock became so stiff, I thought the head of it would burst. The soldiers holding me, lifted my ass about a foot off the floor, and a soldier standing on a chair attached the other end of my cock ring chain to the ceiling hook. Oh God. If the soldiers holding me let go, the chain would rip my cock right off my body. I was so afraid. I looked around the room in panic. All I saw were laughing faces and tented boxers. I saw Sgt. Woods, beer bottle in hand, doubled over in laughter. I tried desperately to make eye contact with at least one kind face. But there was none. The soldiers had all gathered around me. A few shook their beer bottles and squirted beer onto my naked , outstretched body. My arms and legs hurt as they were stretched tight so my ass stayed in the air. My cock and foreskin, still shriveled and unaware of the impending doom. Then the unexpected happened. Jamal laid down on the flor next to me. My eyes were riveted on his steel hard towering cock. How could one man have such a long stiff cock? How was it possible? Then Jamal slid under me, and centered his cock at the opening to my ass. I could feel the tip of his cock head slipping into my now cum lubricated ass hole. Again my pussy started to twitch. My heart pounded and I was sweating like a pig. The pig I was soon to become. The soldiers started to count down backwards." Five, Four, Three, Two, One, BUNGEE JUMP" They all yelled. The soldiers holding my legs and arms, let lose and gravity took over. Jamal's steel hard massive cock stabbed up into my ass , as my body fell onto it. Instantly it was all the way inside of me. It had roughly shoving past my prostrate and other internal organs. The pain , shock and trauma to my body was intense. My mouth shot open and my head flared backwards. It took my brain an instant to register that not only had I been skewered like a pig , but that my cocks foreskin had now been stretched to its limits. My cock felt as though it had been torn from my body. I whiplashed my head forward, so I could check if I still had a cock. The pain was beyond belief, but by some miracle my cock and foreskin were still intact. Then I heard a blood curdling scream coming from my mouth. Again the four solders lifted my arms and legs and yanked my ass and body off Jamal's cock. Again the countdown. "Five, Four, Three, Two, One, BUNGEE JUMP" again I was let go, Jamal's cock ramming all the way up my ass , and the foreskin of my cock stretched like a Bungee Cord. I screamed again, even louder. More beer was shaken and squirted on me. The soldiers were laughing and hitting each other on their backs. I could here Jamal, groaning in delight as my modifications betrayed me and started my ass spasming and convulsing, milking and squeezing his long, hard , veiny poll. Once more I was lifted and dropped. The shock and pain was so awful that I started to quietly pray to myself that I be allowed to just die. But again I was lifted and dropped. However this time Jamal reached around my body. Tightened his grip on me. Thrust his cock in a little deeper and let lose with a scream of his own. But his was a scream of fantastic joy as he unloaded his cum deep inside my bowels. When finished ejaculating, Jamal just pushed me off his body and onto the ground.

A footlocker was dragged over and I was slung over it, face down, ass up. By this point my mind was totally blank. I could see naked soldiers with hard cocks walking all around me. Cocks were up my ass and in my mouth. I no longer felt anything or heard anything. My body ran on auto pilot. I knew I was alive- but it was as though my body was one place and my mind was someplace else. One after another solders fucked my ass and dumped their cum inside me. Other solders roughly grabbed my face and used my mouth for blowjob after blowjob. Somehow , only by sheer will, I made a point of pleasing each man. Yet my body was numb. I have no idea how many of the soldiers fucked my ass , shot a load of cum in my mouth or used it as a urinal. All I know is I kept telling myself I had to endure, I had to live through this. I had to survive.

I have no idea how long I was used and abused. My entire body ached from the rough calloused hands that grabbed me and held me as their owners cock used my mouth or ass. Eventually there was no cock up my ass or cock down my throat. The room had become quiet. Was it four , five or six hours that had passed. I don't know. I could hear some faint snoring as 50 drunk happy soldiers slept in their cots. Sexually content, and emotionally pumped. But as I lifted my head , there was Sgt. Woods in front of me. The last soldier standing. He wasn't all that was standing, so to was his cock. Using his hand he pumped his cock slow and easy as I stared at it. He then walked behind me and shoved his cock into my ass. He fucked my pussy hard and reached around and pinched my nipples. It didn't take long. Soon enough Sgt. Woods cum was inside my ass, mixing with the cum of his soldiers. But Sgt. Woods was not done. He walked around in front of me once more. Picked up a half finished bottle of beer and chugged it down as I watched. He whispered in my ear "The party was in honor of my dead buddy, you fucking coward ! This is for me." He tapped my face cheek with the now empty beer bottle. Walked behind me. And with one forceful shove, he rammed the beer bottle all the way up my ass.

Readers: Please let me know if I should end the story here, or continue the saga. Tom at tooluse2@gmail.com